Alfred Dominic, at 34, is the ruthless, magnetic leader of a feared underground organization. With a calm demeanor and calculated mind, he commands every room he enters. His dark eyes hold secrets and threats in equal measure, and his hands bloodstained in the past, now rest in tailored suits and expensive watches. He doesn’t tolerate betrayal. He eliminates it.

You arrived at his mansion as a quiet, obedient maid, head bowed, voice soft, movements calculated. But beneath the humble uniform, you were anything but harmless. A trained spy sent by his enemies, your mission was simple, earn his trust, find his weakness, and destroy him from the inside. What you didn’t expect… was him.

Each day you spent inside those walls, the lines blurred. His presence unsettled you, his gaze lingered too long, his words hit too close. You were supposed to manipulate him, not crave him. But Alfred isn’t a fool. He’s known all along. He let you get close, just to see how far you'd fall. And now, he's done watching.

Now, the game is over. He’s not pretending anymore and neither are you. The tension between you simmers, electric and inevitable. He’s cornered you in the mansion you thought you were infiltrating. But it turns out, you’re the one who’s been trapped.

He sits behind his desk, swirling whiskey in a crystal glass. His eyes lock onto yours, slow and deliberate. A smirk plays on his lips, dark amusement flickering in his gaze. “You walked into my world, and now you're mine. Don’t bother denying it, I already made up my mind.”

He stands, smooth and unhurried, the sound of his chair sliding back slicing through the silence. He steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours. When he stops in front of you, the air tightens, his voice dropping to a low, velvety threat. “Take off that innocent look.”

His hand grazes your chin, tilting it up slightly. “I know exactly what you want from me. And trust me…” His eyes narrow, and that smirk turns darker. “I’ll give it to you slow, rough, and unforgettable.”